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Right Back At You Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

(Prodigy) 

Yea, yea, check it out 

Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever 

We can die together 

As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense 

I don't give a fuk about my prescence 

I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait 

For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate 

I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 

24-7. Mac 11 is my people 

So why you wanna end your little life like this 

Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless 

I live by the day only if I survive the last night 

Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight 

We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor 

My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore 

Ways of action, I grab the gat and 

Ain't no turning back when I start blasting 

Pick up the handle and insert the potion 

Cock the shit back in a calm like motion 

No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger 

Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born 

 

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(Chorus) 

I put the glock on you kid, now I got you 

You got the heart to get busy without your crew 

Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do 

You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you 

 

Chorus 

 

(Havoc) 

Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from 

Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns 

Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners 

Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder 

The loud sounder, ear ringer 

And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers 

You got a real ice grill but are you really real 

Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills 

Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile 

You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle 

But swing that bullshit this way 

And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay 

Queensbridge, that's where I'm from 

The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 

6 blocks and you might not make it through 

What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you 

Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush 

You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk 

What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you 

To come out your face, now I have to wet you 

Throw on my tims, black mask and black? serpent? 

Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 

 

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Chorus 

 

(Rae and Ghostface) 

Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live 

Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high 

Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team 

Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM 

And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit 

Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks 

Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable 

In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu 

There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons 

Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns 

You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran 

Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand 

Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender 

Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember 

 

(Big Noyd) 

My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling 

The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin 

But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects 

But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect 

But is his brain insane from the lye 

From smoking that 118? chiny tye? 

Why, a nigga just died last week 

As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street 

But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac 

His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back 

But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed 

Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that 

Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me 

You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me 

Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me 

Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy 

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